Friday, September 5, 2008

Tiny Bubbles

I love birthdays. Not the aging process so much – the creaks and spots and bits that don’t seem to have the purity or ease or suppleness they once did. But I do love that today is the day that it’s September 5th, and it will be all day, and all day it’s about me meme.

My Mom and Dad always made a big deal out of birthdays when we were kids.

See? I got this, um, doll? When I was three or so.

And, here's Mistah Schleckah, around the same age, living in his own parallel universe.

Mom and Dad blew these photos up to poster size for the party the night before our wedding. Cute, I know. No, not the knee socks. Those are not cute. Those are geeky.

My friend Jennie’s birthday was last month, and she and her man stopped by in the early evening to collect her loot and have a drink with us. We drank a bottle of Champagne – which J.Bro herself had given us for a housewarming bottle – then drank another, this one from The Mumsie. Jennie and Paul left for dinner and Mistah and I continued right on getting pitsnoggled – it was the least we could do for our friend The Birthday Girl. We’d run out of bubbly, though, so had to drink wine. Out of our Champagne flutes, natch.

So I’ve determined that on my birthday, I’m going to drink Champagne all day -- while I’m doing all my favorite things -- and never run out.

I’m going to go for a walk in the morning.

I always pass the Buddah on my walks, and I always wave. He's very calming. And very a-dor-able..

Then I’m going to go to the Tavern and serve pints and burgers to all the peeps. We don't serve Champagne . . .

OH! Could this day have been better?? The sound of the waves, Ledge Light in the distance, the pouring of champagne???? OH!!! And the Peeps! All-stars showing up for the B-day gal! N&J, MB&M, & Mistah!!! So happy to be a part of the celebration.:-)All the best, the biggest hearts & soooooooo much love!!!xooxoxoxoox

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Featured Jacquie

Featured Beth

Featured Ellie

Once upon a glass or twelve of wine, Jacquie and Beth and Ellie got to talking. We decided that we were all enormously smart and clever and hilarious, and that it would be a crime not to share our unique talents with the world. We decided to start a blog together.

We needed a name, so Jacquie asked Beth: “What should we call a blog about meand you and Ellie?” And the rest, as they say, is history. We are having a blast writing this thing, and if there was any trepidation that we were only smart and clever and hilarious that night because of all the wine, our words here thus far have succinctly affirmed our mutual self-admiration.